I can break my own heart by being there
inside those lost tomorrows
where all my dreams left me
there tied with those longest strings of a time that I wanted so
But then there were rivers of dreams that came and tore me inside out
and life became a torment
for oh don’t you see
I can not let go
Even if those idle dreams keep me wrapped inside of all that never was.
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